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It's a place where I hope to encourage other women that they are artists too. In this small little space I seek to share, document, and be reminded of God's wonderful grace, all around us.
....And I would be so happy to have you journey alongside me!
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Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Slowing down in the Carpool Lane

~Last year I was driving in my car, my heart feeling pressed down with the weight of anxiety. In my mind I was playing over all the things I hadn't gotten done, all my weaknesses and fumbles.

"I'm such a scattered girl. Why can't I focus? Why am I so forgetful?"

~The heaviness pressed in hard until I prayed aloud, "Lord, why can't I just be one of those put-together girls?! You know; the ones who always have it all under control?"

~The answer came so clearly that it startled. In a voice tinged with a smile and almost audible I heard,

"Now why would I want that?"

~Huh? Did I just hear that? What did You say Lord?
~And the gentle response;

"If you were a put-together girl then you wouldn't need me and what I want above all is a relationship with you."

~I wanted to pull the car over, let the words soak into my trembling frame. He loves me like this?Scattered & forgetful? Imperfect & fumbling?
~My weaknesses only serve to draw me closer; to remind me of my desperate need for the One who is my only strength..................................................................................................................................................................

~Months later and I wake on a Monday feeling frantic, world spinning before my feet hit the ground. The anxiety is there again; like a snake coiled around my shoulders hissing lies into my ears.
And it's in the car again that I'm reminded of that truth-~-Relationship.

7 comments:

Anonymous
said...

Ah, we are soul sisters for sure! I love the imagery of a snake coiled around your shoulders. So often I hear the accusations and echos of inferiority hissing into my ear. For me Jesus is the eye of the storm, a peace in the midst of the storm. Not an escape, not a resolution, but method for dealing with the day, the crisis, the endless lists, the unsure future, the pillar of light guiding me in the desert while I wander in the wilderness without a map. Prayers to you and the family and for your continued success as an artist. <3